Page 47 of Fallen: Darkness Ascending, Vol.1

Quivering, she rolled, wincing, flinching as she tried to sit up. Something… writhed inside her. In her ass.

“What…?!” She ended up lying back, propped on her elbows and forearms, her legs spread as she tried to see what diabolical lead Indrath held in his hand.

“You won’t be able to lift me if I do not wish it,” he said. “The other end is also attached to me and forcing removal from either of us will cause quite a bit of damage to body and magic alike.”

All around her, pale sand drained away in black cracks appearing upon a barren floor. The blue sky faded to darkness without twilight, without stars, and she whimpered as day disappeared. His voice darkened, filling the void until there was nothing else.

“It’s best to accept we shall be in close proximity for some time.”

Utter blindness as when he first found her.

“Let me see you!” she shouted, a small burst of her aura creating an echo. “Is it you , Indrath? Or some deceiver?”

“I would say both.”

The Infernal summoned a warm, orange light overhead to illuminate the chamber. Uradri’s heart refused to slow as she gazed upon a vast, empty room with only one feature.

Atop a wide platform with shallow, obsidian steps sat the freezing “chair” in which she’d awakened.

A throne.

She’d never left.

“Indrath. Where am I?” Her voice quavered.

“My second birthplace, I suppose. Few ever come here unless it’s to suffer.”

He shrugged, keeping taut the tough, red lead attached to whatever was buried in her backside. She squinted. It wasn’t rope or chain.

“Is that a tail?! ”

She shuffled backward on elbows and heels, stopping the moment barbs hooked into the walls of her rectum. “Ow! Indrath, get your tail out of my ass!”

He burst out laughing, falling to one side to sit on the ground with her. “Oh, Uradri, how I’ve missed you!” His smug grin reached into his sinister, gleeful eyes. “ No. We’re not finished.”

She took in his appearance in full. No longer the Elf she knew, no longer even mortal.

Oh gods, his legs…!

The feet she’d witnessed digging toes into the sand were gone, replaced with cloven hooves sharp enough to gut a sheep, with powerful legs bearing a shining pelt matching the lengthy auburn hair on his head.

His fingers bore cruel talons, his arms and chest bare, smooth, and sculpted, his back bearing with pride the diabolical wings of his faction.

His ears, still long and tapered, seemed longer still, further sharp points to add to his fangs.

Lastly… His horns .

A crown of ivory horns jutted up through his hair, matching his eyes.

A crown. And a throne.

What have you done?

Her toes were numb from the cold.

“What is your title, Infernal?” she asked with contempt. “I should know who I am dealing with.”

“You should know the house of your child, you mean?”

Uradri shuddered, nearly said something she’d regret. His semen still painted the folds displayed to him.

“Do you remember your title?” he asked, his tail flexing until she could feel it. “ Your faction?”

Her eyes drifted. “The Trinity is called…”

He tilted one red ear toward her. “Yes?”

“I remember,” she said flatly. “I presume you want to trade?”

His smile grew. “Only if you speak it with my cock resting upon your tongue.”

“What?!”

He lifted his eyebrows. “No teeth. Prove this way you remember, and I will tell you my title.”

A keeper playing with his prisoner, while she could not know if any help might arrive.

“Well?”

As if I have a choice?

As if coerced sex acts changed anything that really mattered, couldn’t be forgotten in a heartbeat.

He already knew the Trinity’s title and only wanted to test her. Meanwhile, she needed to know his.

Uradri dipped her chin smartly and opened her lips, extending her tongue, waiting for him to follow through .

Indrath stared at her eyes, at her tongue for several moments, then rose to his cloven feet. Standing astride her hips, the end of his own tail still wedged between her snowy cheeks, he fed his filthy, flaccid penis onto her tongue, brushing her face with musky, slick hair.

“Speak it,” he commanded.

“Io’tracta,” she said, making an honest effort to enunciate as he caressed her tongue with his genitals, brushing the corners of her mouth with clawed thumbs.

“Excellent,” he breathed, his cock growing, an eager erection filling her mouth, sliding down her throat. He pushed forward, cutting off her air, burying her face in his fur. “Hold your breath. No teeth.”

Her sex swelled listening to him even as pin pricks agitated her asshole. She knew just how to crane her neck, how to relax to let him explore her throat, and eventually cum down it.

He did not take long, grunting and spurting after she’d stolen just enough air, although she wavered whether to absorb the magic or succumb to queasiness and spit it out.

“House Rousse,” he answered, breathing deep satisfaction.

She nodded, swallowing, getting what she wanted. He had to keep his part of a deal in some form, although she couldn’t help poking him. “So much for following your own deal.”

“How so?”

“We never agreed you could rut my face for your title.”

He grinned. “We also never agreed how long my cock would rest on your tongue, which it did, every moment.”

She returned a bratty smirk. “Of course. Infernals are such tedious hair-splitters, aren’t they? Not as sure in getting the upper hand as you think. You’re far too predictable.”

“Oh, let’s not talk about predictability, Uradri. If you weren’t very much so in your own way, you wouldn’t be here agreeing to carry my child.”

Her arms tucked in to her middle. Terrifyingly, she wasn’t certain if conception had happened already or not. They had both been quite open, both wanting the same thing when their joining came to completion.

But he lied .

“You tricked me!” she shouted. “You deceived me from the start, showed me exactly what I wanted to see, because you knew I’d refuse otherwise! No bold claim to force a prisoner who can’t leave!”

His nose wrinkled, nostril lifted in anger and disgust. “Careful with your accusations, Sovereign. Your hypocrisy undermines any lofty tower you wish to build. It always has.”

Clawed hands sprang out, shoving her back, pressing her down as he climbed onto her body, two sets of wings striking each other in a sudden struggle.

“I-Indrath!”

“At least I know what I fight for!”

“W-wait, stop!”

“ Adri! ” he barked, his voice landing a shock to her chest. “Let go. Completely! ”

His spell, or his desire, broke the tension in her thighs. He pushed them wide open. Somehow he was ready, cock hard enough to press into her slick sex for a second time despite the offering he’d left in her stomach moments ago.

Heat flared, auras mingled at once, proving he’d never left her after the first time. He began to thrust, pinning her wrists beside her head, his wings arched proudly above them as hers flapped weakly against the floor.

“ Oh, gods! ” she cried, the primal pleasure of creation surging through her, ungovernable, irresistible, insatiable . “Indrath!”

“Adri!” Hairy hips slammed against her. “I will have her! I have you! Let her become!”

His intent to breed her tremored through every thrust and jolt, and she answered.

Gods, in her core, she answered! Even knowing what he was now, Uradri’s essence, her urges sought to turn the unexpected, to accept it with open arms and flow with it!

Her eyes rolled up, eyelids fluttering as ancient voices swept through her mind.

“The v-vision, Indrath,” she wept. “Sh-show me?”

He released his pleasure inside her again, his aura entwining and joining hers just long enough to spark that new life, and Uradri knew .

She saw .

In his mind, she witnessed the red-winged daughter he sought, the wild, hybrid spirit who might anchor him where a Sovereign could not.

Who might set him free as only an angel can.

Uradri leaned up, stealing a kiss as he finished in her. He pulled away to catch his breath. He did not need to speak, to break the silence. They both knew . He kept his peace, getting up to kneel between her legs.

“If this is where you became what you are,” Uradri murmured, drawing in her wings along the floor, “now where your daughter is conceived, then where are we?”

The Infernal considered another trade, and she waited to hear it. Instead, without a word, Indrath helped her to her feet, a firm grip on one arm as she waddled with the barbed tail lodged deep.

“Sit,” he said, turning her before press on her shoulders. “Let’s get that out of you.”

Uradri sat carefully, lifting her legs and tucking them up so he could see and access her sore hole. He stared for a while, admiring his work with the smirk she fully expected.

“Well?” she prodded.

He leaned down, pulling claws into regular fingers to poke about her opening. “Relax, if you can. This will hurt.”

It certainly did. The extraction nearly took longer than the sex, and how she writhed and mewled for his amusement!

May I never again mistake a devil’s tail for a lousy pair of fingers!

“Aw, that face,” he chuckled, waving a spell above his appendage to clean it. “Think of it as bragging rights. How many have gotten an Infernal to willfully remove it without a crippling bargain of some kind?”

She closed her legs and hid her throbbing backside from him, resisting the urge to rub it. “Hmph.”

“Shall I heal it?”

“I can do it,” she snapped.

“Heh, no, you can’t.” He straightened up. “Not here.”

“Then no, thank you.”

“Very well. If you’ll excuse me, I’ve been away long enough. There are matters I must attend to.”

“Oh? Like what?”

Incredulously, she watched him turn around without answering. As if he’d lost interest.

She tried to stand up from the icy throne. She couldn’t.

“I-Indrath?” she asked, belly going cold.

“Hm?” He paused, noticing the orange ball following him. “Would you like me to leave the light?”

“So generous,” she said, lacking the bite she intended as she wrestled with her fear.

“Say, ’Yes, please.’”

She swallowed. “Yes, please.”

“’Yes, please, Lord.’”

She almost laughed and bit her lip. “Yes, please, Lord .”

“Very well.”

Indrath turned around, approaching a crack in the wall blacker than the shadows within. The orange light stayed with her.

“And where is your fiefdom, oh Lord?” she belted at his back.

He slowed, smiling as he showed her his profile. “Welcome to Ice Heart, Uradri. A dominion where power draws itself in, where dreams tear asunder, and not even the Dragons always find their way.”

With that, he left her alone.

And pregnant.

For hours or days, the Sovereign trembled naked in the cold, nurturing the new warmth inside as much as she could, for the orange ball provided no heat whatsoever. She ached to fly, yearned for release, but knew better than to struggle with her body as she had before.

There must be another way.

What had he said about Ice Heart? She hadn’t heard of it until now. Although clearly a deceiver, his pride would tempt him to offer kernels of truth in things which mattered to him.

And this throne certainly does.

A place of rebirth, he’d said, which meant a connection to transition and change. She feared no such place, despite the lack of sun and heat.

Not even the Dragons always find their way.

Which meant she truly was home . She had arisen upon her world of Miurag, not Elsewhere.

Uradri smiled. Where there are Dragons, there is the Ley.

Where there was the Ley, there was the sacred spring, Io’sulta. Uradri had only to listen for her song, the one Indrath had never heard. Once she heard it…

I will ask Her for help.

Io’sulta would always help Io’tracta, and vice versa, until the legacy of the Dragons’ cataclysm was truly healed. That was the ancient bond. Her promise.

For the greater good.

“ Io’sulta, ” she whispered, a subtle song of its own. “ Hear me… ” She breathed the tune. “ Io’sulta… Help… aid me… ”

In time, in trance, her body gasped to sense it.

There .

The Ley.

Follow it to the ends of the earth…

“ Help me. I need your aid . ”

Io’sulta answered.

When the Ice Lord returned to his empty throne, his prisoner had eased her form into one of light, slipping out through the mystical tears and the cracks in his mountain. She fled with no destination, flew wherever the flow led her.

“ ADRI! ” he roared, wings quivering with rage, spitting hellrime from his fangs. “That child is mine ! You are mine! I will track you, I will find you…”

He breathed out, freezing the air into crystals which dropped to the floor.

“I will keep you here with me.”